Connor X Markus Novels & Stories

“She nearly died, Mark. I’m stepping in. I’ll handle it. The guy’s a walking target, too many enemies.” Mark chuckled, but it was hollow. “The worst enemies are the ones closest to you, Connor. Remember that. The ones you trust the most.” Connor shot him a look. “You seriously think he’ll would pull something? No way. He loves her. That’s insane.” “Exactly,” Mark said, his voice low. “That’s what makes it dangerous. He can’t have her.” Connor shook his head. “I wouldn’t cross that line. Ever.” “I know,” Mark clapped him on the shoulder. “I know.”

His wife was a blonde woman with diamonds on her fingers who barely looked at anyone else. Marcus was different. Fit. Muscular. Probably in his late forties, but his body told a different story. Broad shoulders. A jaw that could cut glass and eyes that didn't ask for permission. He found me by the pool later that evening. Connor was inside, nursing a whiskey and pretending this was all normal. "You look lost," Marcus said. "Just figuring out the rules," I replied. He smiled. Slow. Confident. "There are no rules. That's the point."

Connor hissed. He smirks. Connor was an illegitimate child of the Assedio di Vendetta Mafia Organization's leader Mariano Moretti based in Italy. Their family was onced a close and even treated each other as allies. But something happened and now both of their family vowed to finish each other in a matter of time. "Did I hit where it hurt?" He sarcastically smiled. Connor was about to punch him again when Rain and Isaac appeared right in front of them to stop them from fighting again.

“Forgive these harsh accommodations,” the man said, running his hand along the thick metal chain that held me to the wall. “We’d be more than happy to let you go,” he said, “if only you would answer a few questions.” I looked back, unsure what to say. “I will begin. My name is Kyle. I am Deputy Leader of the Blacktide Coven,” he paused. “Your turn.” “I don’t know what you want from me,” I answered.

She finished telling them, hoping they wouldn’t mind her listening more than normal. Looking between the two of them, Cordovia smiled lightly. Amaria was already nodding, as she smiled brightly. “I don’t care. As long as we can be friends? Plus, you’re gonna need me around.” She explained, as she giggled softly. Cordovia nodded, then looked at Nikolias, who was smiling to himself. He was slightly mysterious to her, but she wanted to find out more. And why he too held a similar mark to her. It was time she asked her father about the marks. But she knew he was a busy man. Since he didn’t bring her to school himself. Sighing, the girl turned around and headed for the main building. She was read

A girl approached me. “I heard you got cornered. The twins are defensive when it comes to the bloodline. Theirs head the other families,” “Let me guess, you are one of them,” “Mira O'Connor, the O'Connor family,” She shook hands with me. “Don't worry, I'm not like the others. Just want to be a friend,” “Thanks,” I replied under my breath. “I have Chemistry,” “Do you have the mark?” She shot a question before I could leave.

Seeing my convoy, he rushed forward like a madman, waving his arms. "Selena! I was wrong! Please, save me..." I didn't even roll down the window. I gave a cold order to the guard driving. "Drive. Don't let a stray dog block the road." The convoy roared past, leaving the man and his regret choking in our exhaust fumes. I returned to the Winterborn Castle. The moment I walked in, the mouth-watering scent of grilled meat hit me. Damon—the "Tyrant" who slaughtered enemies without blinking—was currently shirtless, displaying his perfectly sculpted muscles. He was wearing nothing but a black apron around his waist.

💣 Suspense Builder Okay but can we TALK about the timing? Locked up. Possibly pregnant. Giovanni gone. Marco planning something. Do you really think all of that is a coincidence? 👀

he added. “Well, hello there,” the hound spoke and goosebumps erupted across my skin from the sound of his voice. The mark ignited pulsing in response to his voice. I squirmed, grinding my teeth trying not to make a sound. I turned in search of Cassian but he was seated two rows in front of me. He was smiling, clicking his pen clearly unaware of who was standing at the podium. “My name is Magnus Voss, and I can't wait to get to knowyou better,” he said lastly with a smirk on his face. And the moment his eyes met mine he winked at me.

To our salvation. A vision hit me then her eyes in the dark, wide with recognition. The soft gasp of her breath. The press of her palm against my chest. The burn where the bond would mark us both. I stumbled back, shaking. “We meet tonight,” I murmured, chest heaving. We mark tonight, my wolf growled, savage and certain. And no force in this realm or the next will keep us from her. The wind howled around the Pack House, echoing the truth I could no longer deny.